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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Weary (05/03/12)

TITLE: An Enemy Reviled
By Sherry Castelluccio
05/09/12


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The incessant shrieking of my husband's alarm clock jolts me awake. He moves quietly in the darkness, careful not to disturb me further.

“Did you make my lunch?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot.”

While he will buy his food today, I will not eat at all. I roll over and pull the covers over my head. He goes to work, thankful to have a job. I go back to sleep, wishing I was dead. When I finally emerge from my cocoon of despondency it is mid-day. The blinding sun hurts my eyes. I glare at the sink full of dirty dishes and force myself not to gag from the stench. The thought of cleaning anything revolts me. Nevertheless, I understand that I have a choice to make. I could fall under the weight of my own oppression or I could rise. Death is always an easier choice but I have never been one to cut corners. If I am to win this battle, I must first get in the ring and choose to fight back. I retreat to the bedroom and dress for war.

I attack the kitchen first, fighting tears with every swipe of my washcloth. Vile, hateful thoughts invade my subconscious. I can already tell it’s going to be a long and bloody battle. I am weary with exhaustion but my new resolve gives me the strength to remain standing. The devil walks in, weapons locked and loaded. I roll my eyes, daring him to strike first. He does not disappoint.

"You’re so worthless. What kind of wife leaves dishes piled up in the sink? Don’t you care about your family at all? They sure don’t give a rip about you." He smirks and folds his arms across his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

I draw my sword and swing, clipping his right shoulder.

“Jesus said I am worth more than many sparrows! Jesus said I am his friend!”

Satan’s razor-like claws swipe at my stomach, drawing blood. "You’re ugly and good for nothing. You’re absolutely pitiful. Lazy and stupid is what you are." He cackles as my blood spills to the floor.

I strike him across his chest. “Jesus said that I am very precious in the sight of God. My beauty comes from within!” I throw dirty bed sheets in the washing machine and slam the lid. I pivot on my left heel, anticipating his next move.

He attacks from behind this time, slicing open my right shoulder with his sharp tongue. "Your kids don’t even like you. Look at how they treat you. They are nasty from the inside out."

I see this strike before it has a chance to hit me and my shield is ready. “Lies! My children are human beings who make mistakes. They are not perfect but they serve a perfect God!”

I am sobbing now and my wound is festering. Painful images of my childhood swim before my eyes. My arms are heavy but I plug in the vacuum. I gain strength in each deliberate step forward and once again I wait for his next attack.

"Your uncle has cancer. He may not be alive in a few months. If he goes to Hell it will be your fault."

Gasping for breath, I wipe my lips. Kicking his feet out from under him I yell. “Get behind me, Satan! I shared the Gospel the best way I knew how. He alone is responsible for his choices.”

Satan appears shaken but he rises. "If he chooses Hell, it will be your words he did not heed. Don’t you feel like a failure?"

“No! In Christ Jesus I am more than a conqueror!”

Sweat drips down my back and stings my eyes. My arms are weakening and I know time is running out. A force knocks me to my knees as my weapons clatter to the floor. I am pinned beneath the weight of his hatred. His rancid breath whispers a final taunt in my ear. "You don’t deserve to live. Why don’t you just kill yourself?"

With every ounce of strength I have left I reach for my sword and plunge it deep into his exposed abdomen. With a voice of triumph I shout, “Because today I choose life that I may live! In the name of Jesus Christ, I banish you, Satan! Be gone!”

Suddenly the weight is lifted. I slowly rise and admire my surroundings. Smiling, I lunch with my Savior. I am weary but I am victorious.


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Camille (C D) Swanson 05/11/12
Wow! This was some story...descriptive and powerful. The helmet of salvation and the gospel of armor...we all stand ready to be victorious, only through Jesus' blood our Savior who made it possible. Amen.

Well written. Thank you.

God Bless~
Marina Rojas05/13/12
A very powerful battle of wrestling with our flesh and blood as well as against the spiritual forces!

Such a gripping tale that many will be able to relate to...sometimes that life's weariness just gets us to a low point and thank God your MC decides not to stay there!

Good writing!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 05/14/12
I'm bawling as I read this because I fear you have somehow invaded my brain and are now sharing my every thought with the world. How did you know I'm such a vile person that the world would be better off without. Then a trickle of hope winds its way into my heart and holds on trying to grow strong and weed out the vile thoughts. Thank you for this piece, I know these feelings aren't easy to share whether it be in fiction or a testimonial. Self-loathing does certainly make one quite weary doesn't it?
Catrina Bradley 05/14/12
Oh wow, wow, wow! Yes! Victory! Oh, my but you have penned a stunning testimonial of the power of Christ over the enemy's worst attacks. Plus you have given me encouragement and a will to fight back!!!! Powerful, moving, and uplifting. This has "WIN" written all over it.
Hiram Claudio05/16/12
This was so incredible! It was deep and yet clear and simple with its message and its reach. You spoke volumes with the line "If I am to win this battle, I must first get in the ring" ... I will be chewing on that one for sometime.

This was amazing with the ability to touch anyone who has dealt with the most intense of battles ... the one within. Wonderful, Powerful! Well done!
Edmond Ng 05/16/12
Conquering weariness is no easy feat, especially in a battlefield! Nice take on the topic with a story of victory. Good job!
Laura Manley05/16/12
Wow! That is outstanding writing. I was with you through your entire battle with Satan. In one of your statements, it didn't make sense to me, but I could be missing something. You said "sweat drips down my back and stings my eyes." I don't understand how sweat dripping down your back could sting your eyes. I have written similar things before and someone was kind enough to point it out to me. I hope you take this constructive criticism in the spirit in which it is meant. Excellent writing!
Hiram Claudio05/17/12
Congratulations on a well deserved 1st place and on finishing 7th on the EC list!
Joanne Sher 05/17/12
An incredible entry, my friend. No wonder you ECed. :)
Sherry Castelluccio 05/17/12
Thank you all for your sweet comments! This is so awesome! MY first ever first place, yay! This story is close to my heart because it's factual- the events happened just last week. Oh, and the back sweat in the eyes- I caught it too late! Doh! This is why rushing to get an entry in is a bad thing! Lesson learned. Thank you again for the encouragement. I cherish your sweet words!--Sherry
Danielle King 05/17/12
WOW! Powerful stuff! A very worthy win. Congratulations!
Ada Nett05/17/12
What a creative take on the topic. Your descriptive style helps the reader grasp the reality of spiritual warfare. Loved how your MC lunched with Jesus after the battle was over.
Cathy
Camille (C D) Swanson 05/17/12
Congratulations. God bless~
Donna Wilcher05/17/12
Congratulations...and welcome to Level 4 Masters!!
Noel Mitaxa 05/17/12
This is a powerful portrayal of how the accuser works his incessant smear campaign on every believer - about themselves and about other believers. His gossip mill runs 24/7, but Revelation 12:7 - 12 sound his shut-down siren.
Congratulations on your win, and God bless your writing ministry with industrial-strength blessing.
Nancy Sullivan 05/17/12
Absolutely riveting, Sherry, and certainly some thoughts I can relate to. Congratulations on your well-deserved recognition. God Bless.
Ellen Carr 05/18/12
Very, very powerful writing about an important battle we all face in various ways and to various degrees. It was brave to share your comment that it happened only last week too. Well done and congrats on yoru win.
Frances Seymour05/25/12
Wow! So vivid and clearly etched words. Thanks for sharing! Blessings...Frances